Ever elusive,
just beyond reach.
Hard to give,
also, to keep.
Shadow to follow me,
taunt me,
beckon me,
haunt me.
Seemingly solidness,
fleeting,
fading,
disappearing ever
into nothingness.
Reappearing, then,
I know not where,
know not when,
only to slip away again.
As with the tide,
it ebbs,
it flows.
times it comes,
ever it goes.
See it in faces
all around me.
Sense it in places,
ever surrounds me.
Now, I must ask:
To grasp it,
and nurture it,
can I ever learn.
Not make it flee,
never to return?
